Author's Note: Here is the return of the President May story. Needed a break from it, but found myself thinking of a lot of ideas/scenarios I wanted to explore with these characters. Have other plans and with the developments in this chapter I think it opens up some fun doors. As always, I love hearing feedback and am happy to chat/respond with people on here. Be sure to include your email if you take the time to write a note. the comment section is fun too though. I'm glad people are infatuated with President May and Dean Parsons as much as I am! Happy Reading!
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I nestled deeper into President May's side as we sat together on his office sofa. I had just finished rehashing the events that occurred earlier that morning in Dean Parsons' office. I was not sure if I had crossed a line or not. I had dropped my pants and showed the Dean my bare ass. It was his request, but I was a willing participant. He knew about my relationship with the President and wanted to see the President's handiwork from the night before. I had upset President May pretty badly which gave him cause to take me over his knee and give me a sound spanking. Dean Parsons convinced me that President May would not be mad if I dropped my trousers. Who was I to argue with my boss and my Daddy's long trusted friend?
Still, I felt guilty, and so I came clean to President May right away. I marched straight to his presidential suite and confessed. He held me tightly. I waited with bated breath for him to speak. Would he be mad? Would he tell me to get out?
To my great relief, President May wasn't angry at all. In fact, he found the story quite humorous. I lifted myself off his chest as he continued to laugh while picturing the scene playing out in his mind. He remarked on the cunning maneuver Dean Parsons had used to get me to drop my pants.
"He knows first hand how skilled I am with these hands." He held his meaty paw out in front of him and turned it over, showcasing it for me. "I would never abuse my boy and leave a bruise on his cute butt." His other arm was wrapped around me and slid down to grab a handful of the seat of my khaki pants.
President May used this as an opportunity to jump into a conversation about open relationships. I listened attentively. The rules were that we had to be completely honest with one another, and that both parties had to agree to open up the relationship to a certain person. Also, "Daddy" was the only person allowed to fuck me. His words, not mine. But I agreed wholeheartedly. We did establish a rule that he could still top the third party. That was my idea. The thought of Dean Parsons bent over with President May standing atop him, pumping his cock into him, that
I wanted to see. Plus, I felt the slight imbalance of sexual rights in his favor was appropriate for the dom/sub relationship we had established. President May did assure me that I always had the right of veto. I was his "number one." That was the first time he had used that nickname. It made me blush.
I slipped down and rested my head on the top of his stomach. I peered down and saw his substantial bulge pressing against his suit pants. Suddenly, I was hungry. It was lunchtime afterall. I tentatively placed my hand on the inside of his thigh. He widened his legs, and I took that as a sign of approval. I cupped his big balls in my hand and gently massaged them. After a few moments of tender silence, the President spoke.
"Well, my number one, you're being quite the little tease today. How about you kneel between my legs there and give Daddy some lovin'. Then he'll take you to lunch." I looked towards the door. "The door is locked. We'll be fine." He said.
I slipped off the couch and shuffled between the President's legs. In no time I had his pants unbuckled and freed his gorgeous Daddy dick. I attacked that dick with great enthusiasm. There was a deep sigh from President May. "Good boy. That's a good boy." He patted my head, and I worked my magic.
It didn't take long to finish President May off. I don't know if it was the setting, this was the first time I had sucked him off in his office, or if the talk about some future fun with Dean Parsons really got his motor going. Either way, I received my pre-lunch treat with minimal expense of energy. I did have to be extra diligent and make sure I didn't let a drop of his sweet syrup spill onto his suit pants. At this point though, I had plenty of practice and had become an excellent cocksucker. Not a drop was spilt. I tucked his cock and balls back into his pants, zipped him back up, and he took me to lunch. On our return to the office he gave me a loving swat on the butt with instructions to invite Dean Parsons over to dinner that Friday night.
Friday night came. President May had planned a little backyard cookout for the three of us. He tended the grill while I set the outdoor table. He wore a Hawain patterned pair of swim trunks that came a couple inches above the knee and hugged his backside nicely. His light blue v-neck shirt showed off plenty of his salt and pepper chest hair. He had picked out a special outfit for me to wear that night. I had a square navy blue swimsuit that was cut much shorter than his. He wanted some eye candy to look at, and for Dean Parsons to look at too was my guess. My shirt was nearly skin tight and the same shade as President May's. However, my shirt said "Pool Boy" on the front of it. I would, of course, be eating with the two men, but it was quite clear that I would be providing service in a variety of ways tonight.
Dean Parsons arrived around 7:00. He, too, had his swim trunks on, same style as President May's - showing off a little bit of thigh but still maintaining a man's dignity. His white shirt hung loosely but I could still admire his linebacker muscles. My outfit had clearly caught his eye as he gave me a second and third look before saying anything.
"Damn, son. You're looking good in your little shorts there. 'Pool Boy,' huh?" He let out a laugh. "Tom really likes to draw clear definite lines. I like it! Well, pool boy, how about you show me where the master of the house is?"
"Yes Sir, he's out back." I led the way, but not before Dean Parsons snuck in a chance to feel my backside. It made me smile. I felt sexy. This was going to be a fun night!
I opened the sliding door to the patio where President May was still hard at work at the grill. He stepped away when he saw Dean Parsons and the two men greeted each other with a hug. Dean Parsons again commented on my outfit. President May glanced over at me and winked.
"Yes, I am a lucky Daddy, no doubt. Speaking of pool boys, John, how about you run inside and fetch us some drinks. I put the liquor and mixers out on the counter."
"Yes Sir," I said and turned and headed inside.
"Fix one for yourself if you like." I heard President May call as I slipped through the door. I could feel both men's eyes on me as I disappeared into the room.
Shortly, I returned and handed the two men their drinks and set mine down on the table. They were talking about some new country club development happening on the 12th hole, which sat just beyond President May's privacy fence. Without pausing the conversation President May indicated with his eyes he wanted me to grab the plates and begin serving the food. I set the plates in front of the men and grabbed the large plate with the medium rare steaks. I gave each man their pick of the three steaks and plopped the remaining one onto my plate. Next I served the potatoes and a medley of vegetables. As I made my way around the table each man took their opportunity to cop a feel of my ass and/or legs. Finally, I unfolded each man's napkin and with their assistance placed it on their lap. Their swimsuits had bunched way up their thighs which gave me a clear view of what I guessed was to be my dessert later on. Before sitting down I looked to President May to check and see if there was anything I forgot. He gave me a smile, mouthed a "good boy," and motioned for me to take my seat. He placed his knee against mine and we ate our meal, never breaking this contact.
Dinner was delicious. President May was a master of the grill. In typical fashion the two of them dominated the conversation. I jumped in when I could but mostly only spoke when spoken to. I didn't mind taking the backseat. It was comfortable for me. Plus, it gave me a chance to watch over their drinks and fetch refills when they were needed. At the end of the meal, I stood up and cleared the men's plates.
"John, you're an even better waiter than I remember from your days at the club," remarked Dean Parsons.
"Thank you, Sir."
"I just wish the country club uniform had included those shorts. Are those new?"
"Yes, I think so."
"You think so?"
"I bought them for him." President May jumped in. "John's wardrobe is a little too baggy for my tastes. Don't worry, we'll fix that in time!" He reached over and smacked me on the butt. The two men shared a laugh. I, too, couldn't help but enjoy the banter.
"Well, if you start buying the boy tighter dress pants to wear around the office, you won't hear any complaints from me, Sir."
"That's not a bad idea, Rick. I'll have to take the boy shopping tomorrow. That will be great fun!"
